Triple Point

Chapter 118: Action

Camilla

21 OCT 34AE, 0730

San Francisco, California

When the plan was first proposed, Camilla thought she'd be safe. After all, her abilities were among the most versatile for combat and establishing a long-term defense, so there was no way she would be assigned any other, high-profile responsibilities. Those crucial roles were more suitable for people like Abby and Luca who were not only likable, natural leaders, but also didn't mind public speaking. And Camilla was none of those things; in fact, any other member of her squad would have been better suited for the job.

Yet when the group was selecting a spokesperson to share their evidence against the Org on live, national television, they voted for Camilla, and nearly unanimously too. Apparently, everyone agreed that Camilla's image would garner the most attention, mainly because she had gone from the Org's beloved mascot to their most hated enemy practically overnight. That, and she was supposed to be dead.

But what was even more unbelievable: Camilla actually accepted, and no one had to twist her arm to do so. She hadn't known what had gotten into her at the time (she had been exhausted and probably just wanted their meeting to be over), but now that she was mere moments away from appearing on camera, she was starting to regret every decision she ever made that led her to that point.

Their group was camped out on the tenth and top floor of a building that was vacated for renovations and conveniently located next to their target. Around her, the others were scattered around as they readied their combat gear, chatted with their friends, or even took quick naps. And absolutely none of them looked as nervous as Camilla felt.

In fact, most of them looked excited, as if they figured all of their problems were going to be magically solved by the end of the day. But of course they weren't worried. They weren't the ones that had to convince the entire country of their innocence and the Org's guilt.

"Wyatt," Minyoung's stern voice suddenly snapped Camilla out of her daze, and she turned to see him jabbing a pencil at her face. "I swear, if you move one more time without me telling you to, I might just stab this in your eye. And it might not be an accident."

Camilla did her best to keep from scowling, since she knew Minyoung would just get more irritated at her ruining his makeup job, but she was only partially successful. As unnecessary as Camilla thought the makeup was, she had already wasted enough time hashing out that argument with Minyoung already. Now, she was more concerned about calming her nerves, and Minyoung's demanding personality wasn't helping.

Thankfully, she at least got a small break from his grumbling when Minyoung was temporarily distracted by the sight of Jordan and Mack as they slipped out into the emergency stairwell hand in hand. He only turned back to Camilla once the door closed gently behind them, and his signature scowl was plastered to his face.

As Minyoung continued with her makeup, Camilla forced herself to stay still just to get it over with. Unfortunately, this left the wide windows facing the adjacent building in clear view.

Just the sight of the towering and sophisticated Denour Plaza was intimidating. While it wasn't the tallest building in downtown San Francisco, it was definitely the most noticeable with its combination of shining gold-tinted windows and matte black frame, along with its distinct spiral shape.

Camilla figured she should have been used to the view by now; after all, she had gone in and out of that building countless times during her early childhood. But maybe it was her connection to that building that made her so reluctant. It was, after all, the home of GEN Studios, whose partial owner and most high-profile employee was the one and only Blaire Wyatt.